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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.