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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.