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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.