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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.