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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
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Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.