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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.