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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.