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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.