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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.