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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.