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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.