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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.