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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.