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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.