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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.