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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.