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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Faust,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.