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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Crime to the grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.