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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.