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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Franke,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.