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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.