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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.