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 Burundi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Derrick May,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
MDC,
Ronan,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Technova,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.