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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
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.