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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.