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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.