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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.