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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.