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 Egypt 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.