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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.