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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.