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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.