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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Swans,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.