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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.