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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.