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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Can,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.