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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.