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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.