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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.