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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Can,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.