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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.