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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.