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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.