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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.