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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.