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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.