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 Korea South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Suicide,
UT,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.