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 Morocco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.