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 Turkey 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the punk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.