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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Inner City,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.