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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.