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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 MDC to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Liliput,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.