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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.