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 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.