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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Liliput,
ABC,
Rekid,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.