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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.