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 Chile 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.