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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.