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 Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nils Olav 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.