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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Crime to the dance 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Audionom,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.