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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.