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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
MDC,
Visage,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.