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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.