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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.