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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.