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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Nico to the grime 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.