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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.