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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.