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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.