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 Sierra Leone 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ituana,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.