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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.