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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.