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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.