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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Ronan to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.