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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Organ,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.