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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.