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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.