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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music 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?
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Crime,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.