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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.