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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.