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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.