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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.