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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Raincoats to the grime 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.