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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.