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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.