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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.