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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.