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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.