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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.