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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.