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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Technova,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.