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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.