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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.