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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.