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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.