Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Mantronix,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Television,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.