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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 sitar 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 The Moleskins to the dance 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.