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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
DNA,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Inner City,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.