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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.