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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.