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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.