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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.