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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.