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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.