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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities 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?
John Foxx,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.