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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Jandek,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Quantec,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.