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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rock 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.