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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.