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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Ossler,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.