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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
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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.