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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.