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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.