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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Mars to the grime 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.