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 Micronesia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.