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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.