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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 New York Dolls to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.