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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Wings,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.