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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.