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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Sound 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 crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.