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 Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.