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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.