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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.