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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tommy Roe 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano 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 grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.