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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.