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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.