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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.