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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.