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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.