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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight 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?
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.