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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.