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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Japan,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.