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 Bulgaria 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.