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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.