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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.