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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Brick,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.