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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
The Names,
Model 500,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.