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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Suicide,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Nas,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.