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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Skriet to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.