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 Norway 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.