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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Television,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Magma,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.