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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.