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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.