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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.