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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.