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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.