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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.