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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.