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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.