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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.