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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.