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 Burundi and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.