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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.