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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.