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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.