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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.