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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
the Association,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.