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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Erasure,
MC5,
Quantec,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.