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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
CMW,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.