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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.