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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.