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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 The Red Krayola to the punk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Crime,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.