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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.