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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Interpol,
Can,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.