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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Organ,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.