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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.