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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lyres to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.