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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.