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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Nas,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.