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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.