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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.