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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Slave,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
MC5,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Technova,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.