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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.