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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.