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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Hoover,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.