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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Magazine to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.