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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.