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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.