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 Maldives 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.