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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.