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 Mali 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.