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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
10cc,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.