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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.