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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.