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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.