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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.