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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.