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 Ivory Coast 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.