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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit 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 Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.