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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Monks,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.