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 Congo and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.