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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Franke,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Can,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.