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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.