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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.