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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.