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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Joe Finger 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.