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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.