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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Television,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.