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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Lalann,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.