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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.