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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.