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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the punk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.