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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.