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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.