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 Gabon and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.