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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
The Evens,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.