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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.