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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.