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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.