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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.