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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the techno 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.