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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.