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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.