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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.