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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the rock 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.