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 Morocco 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.