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 Barbados 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.