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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Smog,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.