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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grime 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.