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 India and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.