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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.