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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Gong,
The Remains,
UT,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.