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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.