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 Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.