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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.