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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.