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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.