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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
ABC,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.