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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.