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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Little Man,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.