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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.