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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 United States of America 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.