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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.