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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Erasure,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.