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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
The Move,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.