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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 T. Rex to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.