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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.