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 Canada and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
PIL,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.