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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.