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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.