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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.