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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.