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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.