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 Mexico City.
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 Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.