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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Main Source,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.