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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 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 Cramps to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.