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 United States and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.