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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.