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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.