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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Faust to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.