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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Television,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Smog,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.