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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 The Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.