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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.