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 Australia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.