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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.