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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.