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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.