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 Madagascar 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Index,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.