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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.