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 France and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.