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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Jacques Brel to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.