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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.