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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.