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 Japan and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.