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 Tanzania and from Accra.
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 Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.