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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
X-102,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.