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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
ABC,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.