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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.