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 Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
X-102,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.