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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.