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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Doors to the grime 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.