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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 Delhi and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Organ,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.