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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.