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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Index,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.