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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.