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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.