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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.