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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.