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 Barbados 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.