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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.