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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.