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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.