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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Stooges to the techno 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.