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 Norway 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.