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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.