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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.