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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.