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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.