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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.