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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the techno 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Lalann,
ABC,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.