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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.