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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Searchers to the electroclash 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.