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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.