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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.