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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.