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 the UAE and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Ossler,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.