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 Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.