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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Scion,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.