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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Intrusion 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.