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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.