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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.