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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.