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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.