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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
New Order,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.