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 Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.