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 Nicaragua 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.