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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.