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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.