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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.