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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.