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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.