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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.