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 Algeria and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Gong,
The Human League,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.