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 Japan 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.