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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.