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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.