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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.