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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.