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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.