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 Iceland 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Cluster,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.