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 Argentina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Invisible 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.