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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Little Man to the grime 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Lyres,
The Evens,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.