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 Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.