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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.