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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.