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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.