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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.