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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.