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 Benin and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.