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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.