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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.