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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Can,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.