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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.