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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Mars,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.