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 United States and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.