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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.