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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 theremin 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 Vogues to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.