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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.