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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.