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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.