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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.