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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 The Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.