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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.