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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.