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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slackers to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Television,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.