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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.