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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Faust,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.