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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.