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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.