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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.