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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.