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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.