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 France 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.