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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.