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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Fear,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.