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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
JFA,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.