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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Nas,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Fear,
CMW,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.