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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.