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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.