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 Moldova and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
CMW,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.