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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.