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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Slave,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Lyres,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.