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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
X-102,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.