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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
DNA,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.