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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Slave,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.