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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.