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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.