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 Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.