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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.