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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 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 Hashim to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.