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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.