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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Japan,
The Index,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.