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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.