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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Faust,
10cc,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.