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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.