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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.