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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the disco 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.