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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
AZ,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.