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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
10cc,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.