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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
AZ,
10cc,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.