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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control 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?
Slave,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Brick,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.