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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra 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?
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Can,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Organ,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.