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 Sudan 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.