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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.