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 Spain 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the rap 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.