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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Fear,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.