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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Organ,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.