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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.