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 Portugal 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Echospace,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.