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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.