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 Brunei and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.