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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.