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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.