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 Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Slave,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.