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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.