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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.