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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Niagra,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.