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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.