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 Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.