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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.