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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.