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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Darondo,
CMW,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.