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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dead C to the jazz 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.