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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.