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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.