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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.