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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.