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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.