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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Magma,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.