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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.