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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.