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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Organ,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.