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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.