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 Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Wire,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.