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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
UT,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.