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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Pole,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.