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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.