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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Tubeway Army 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.