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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Lalann,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.