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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Lindisfarne 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.