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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Inner City,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Marmalade,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.