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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.