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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.