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 Mozambique 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.