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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.