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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lille and New York.
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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
The Residents,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.