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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.