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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.