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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.