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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.