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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.