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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style 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?
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.