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 Iran and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.