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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.