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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Swell Maps to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Ludus,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.