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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 sitar 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.