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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.