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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Neu!,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.