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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.