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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 The Vogues to the funk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.