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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.