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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.