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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.