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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Television,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.