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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.