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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
UT,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.