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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Crime,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.