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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.