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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.