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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tomorrow to the grime 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.