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 Egypt 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.