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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.