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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Pole,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.