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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.