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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.