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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.