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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.