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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.