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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.