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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.