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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.