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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.