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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.