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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Can,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.