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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.