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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.