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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Wire,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.