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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
UT,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Television,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Suicide,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.