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 Lithuania and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.