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 Mozambique 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the funk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.