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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.