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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 Bremen and Accra.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.