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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.