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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Five Americans to the rap 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.