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 United States and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
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.