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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.