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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Foxx 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Technova,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Crime,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.