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 Guyana 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.