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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.