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 India 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the rock 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.