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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Misunderstood to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.