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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Brick,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.