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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.