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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Fear,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
John Foxx,
DNA,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.