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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.