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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Technova,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.