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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.