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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.