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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.