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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Music Machine to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
New Order,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Swans,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.