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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
UT,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.