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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.