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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.