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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.