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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.