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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.