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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Brick,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Liliput,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.