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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.