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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.