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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Scientists,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.