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 Libya 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.