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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 güiro 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 T. Rex to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
June Days,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.