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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.