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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
10cc,
The Move,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.