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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.