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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.