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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Slave,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.