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 Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.