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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.