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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.