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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.