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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.