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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.